Free Crazy, Stupid Sex by Maisey Yates Page B

heels and a tight red dress that showed off just how flawless her curves were. She also looked big-eyed and nervous, slightly awkward.
    “Sorry, I couldn’t decide what to wear.”
    “What do I care what you’re wearing? It’s only going to end up on the floor.”
    She frowned. “I spent time on this selection.”
    “And you look amazing. But you looked amazing to me earlier, too.” She blinked rapidly. “I did?”
    “You’re beautiful. What you’re wearing doesn’t have anything to do with it. Now come in.”
    She did, walking in slowly, her hands clasped in front of her. He shut the door behind her. Evie was back out of her element again.
    “It’s not any different than earlier,” he said, gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilting her face up to look at him. “You remember what you did to me earlier.”
    “I remember what you did to me.”
    “Come on, baby,” he said, sliding his hand down her arm and guiding her palm to his cloth-covered cock. “Feel what you do to me?”
    He was hard already. Had been hard from thinking about her. From fantasizing about what might happen tonight. His Evie was full of surprises. He was the first to admit to being jaded. To finding very little about life exciting or interesting.
    But she was exciting. She was interesting.
    And in a world where nothing was, it was something like finding water in the desert.
    “I thought maybe we should have dinner…or talk or…okay.” He pulled her in and kissed the words right from her lips. He had to, because he wasn’t sure what he’d say if she wanted to talk. He felt weird. He felt, period, and that was weird.
    He kissed her deep and long, his tongue sliding against hers. She made little kittenish sounds of pleasure, her fingernails kneading his shoulders. He couldn’t remember the last time just kissing a woman had been so rewarding. Couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to linger on a kiss.
    This wasn’t about rushing through to the main event, but with her, it never had been. With Evie, it had always been the lure of the unknown.
    Not because she was slick and mysterious, but because her honesty was so unpredictable. She was sort of scary to watch, too. She was someone who didn’t seem to know how to protect the most vulnerable pieces of herself.
    It scared him for her. Made him want to demand she cover up, put on a helmet to keep from the missiles that would fly her direction when other people saw just how unprotected she was.
    But at the same time, he wanted her to stay the same. Because he liked what she gave to him. Which was a hell of a douchey thing. To want to use that sweetness, that guilelessness for his own satisfaction.
    But then, he’d established early on in his life that he was in fact a dickbag, so it seemed in keeping with his character. If you could call what he had character. And he couldn’t say he cared much either way.
    He was all about satisfaction. The here and now. And Evie catered to all of that.
    “You got more on your list?”
    “Yes, yes I do.”
    * * *
    A long time later, they lay in his bed, their limbs tangled together. He didn’t like to linger in bed with women, normally. That was why he’d left her sleeping on Friday. But he didn’t want to leave her tonight, and he honestly couldn’t figure out why.
    Maybe because the weight of her body felt good. Or because her hair was really soft. Or because he was just too destroyed to move.
    “So tell me something about you,” he said, and he didn’t know why he wanted to know that either. Anonymity was safe for everyone involved.
    But then, they weren’t anonymous. He’d seen where she worked. She knew who his father was.
    They’d exchanged firsts.
    “What…anything?”
    “Yeah, sure, anything.”
    “I…was not very popular in school.”
    He laughed. “No kidding. I was.”
    “No kidding,” she said, kissing him on the chest. He felt the small gesture with all the impact of a bullet.
    “Something